And I feel like a fool,
A lovesick fool,
Because all the signs were there.
I saw them,
I knew where this was leading,
I knew where it would end,
That it would end.
I just didn't want to accept that.
I loved you too much
To accept that sooner or later,
It had to end.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
